He wants to suppress the entire Xiangyang City with the strength of one person, and if anyone refuses to accept it, he will beat him with a stick.

It's so domineering!!

Those martial arts people who are watching are quickly dispersing, right and wrong, if they can avoid it, they can avoid it, on one side is the first-class Qingcheng faction, on the other hand, it is the rising star of the beggar gang, no matter which faction, they are not something they can offend, in case they are involved in this whirlpool, those doorless loose cultivators and small sects on the rivers and lakes have no good life.

And the disciples of the other sects who were watching also looked at each other, not knowing how to say that Zhao Lang's behavior now was like throwing a meteorite in Xiangyang City, which was peaceful, and suddenly caused a thousand waves.

No one will think that Zhao Lang is just a whim, because behind him is the beggar gang, the largest gang in the world. And he himself is one of the disciples that the Beggar Gang focuses on cultivating, and what he does is, to a certain extent, itself represents the attitude of the Beggar Gang.

Everyone felt a sense of oppression that the mountains and rain were about to come, could it be that the number one gang in the world was ready to take action against those sects in Xiangyang City?

The information was being sent to the various bases in Xiangyang City at a rapid speed, and to the hands of the heads of those sects, and the entire Xiangyang City became extremely uncalm in an instant, and the dark tide was surging.

However, Zhao Lang didn't seem to realize it, after abolishing Yu Tianxiong, he returned to the carriage by himself, and drove towards Xiangyang City, his own small manor, as for what he did today, how much impact it would have, Zhao Lang didn't care.

What if he stood on the cusp of the storm? Zhao Lang's heart was like a mirror, before entering Xiangyang City, he had already learned about the current situation in Xiangyang City from the mouths of the beggar disciples.

The Seven Lists of Martial Arts have indeed attracted a lot of disciples from the sect who came to Xiangyang to join in the fun, however, most of them are not working, but just come to mix up qualifications and gain a good reputation, among which there are many young disciples, and the general third-rate martial artists are not even in the stream, and there are not even a few second-rate masters. And the high-level elders and heads of those sects, the real second-rate masters and first-class masters, are still staying in their own sects safely, not at all in Xiangyang, lest they damage the strength of their sects in the resistance to Mongolia and cause the sect to weaken.

In this case, what else is Zhao Lang afraid of? Beat up the group of ** martial arts second generation who think they are fishing in troubled waters, Xiangyang is a strategic city, and if they don't come to help, they still drag their feet, this kind of person, Zhao Lang will kick one when he sees one.

As for what if those elders behind the second generation of ** martial arts are led out, Zhao Lang is not afraid at all.

After forcing him to find out Ling Bo's footwork, after practicing Ling Bo's microstep, and then cooperating with the Jade Girl Suxin swordsmanship, even if those first-class masters have arrived, what if they are all the old guys, they rely on the old and sell the old, to be the stepping stone for Zhao Lang to erect his prestige and reputation.

If you want to be free on the rivers and lakes, in addition to strength, prestige is also extremely important, there is no real record, even if your strength is comparable to the five uniques, who knows? Those old immortals are here just in time, it's time to erect their own name.

Obviously, Zhao Lang is ready to rise in a high-profile manner, but if you want to really have full confidence in facing a bunch of second-rate masters and even first-class masters, Ling Bo Weibu is indispensable.

The carriage quickly approached the small manor, and inside the carriage, Zhao Lang's playful eyes fell on Chun Saburo's face, and the latter's whole body was trembling slightly at this time, it was because of fear.

Zhao Lang only ordered his dumb acupoint and action acupoint, not the sleeping acupoint, everything that happened under the carriage, Chun Saburo heard it clearly, and he also knew very well what happened to Yu Tianxiong in the end.

Even the young head of the Qingcheng faction, Zhao Lang didn't pay attention to it, and casually abolished the following, not to mention himself! Thinking of this, Chun Saburo felt a burst of cool air rise from his lower body, and went straight to the Tianling Gai.

Chun Saburo looked at Zhao Lang in horror, for fear that Zhao Lang would give himself a kick in the next moment and ruin the guarantee of his happy life. However, Zhao Lang obviously had no such intention at this time, he was silent, and just looked at Chun Saburo quietly.

Sometimes, not talking is far more stressful than talking, because if you don't speak, others will never know what you are thinking, and the unknown is often more terrible than the most terrible thing.

The car stopped, and Kuma Dakuma carried Harumaburo into the manor.

This manor is exclusive to Zhao Lang, even though Zhao Lang worshipped Huang Rong as his teacher and temporarily left Peach Blossom Island, Lu Youjiao and Ye's father still sent people to clean up the dust and build plants and trees every month, so a year has passed, and the manor has not changed much.

Putting down Chun Saburo and changing him into a man's clothes, Xiong Daxiong Er took Chun Saburo to the backyard, where Zhao Lang had been waiting for him for a long time at this time.

Feeding Chun Saburo an ordinary pill, Zhao Lang said with a smile, "What I just gave you is the Three-Day Soul Breaking Pill, if there is no antidote, within three days, you will definitely die." ”

Chun Saburo nodded, Zhao Lang's ruthless kick before had completely frightened Chun Saburo, the strong are not terrible, the most terrible thing is the ruthless, a person who talks and laughs and makes people cut off their children and grandchildren, is definitely the most terrifying existence in the world.

You know, if there is no guy below, Harusaburo is not a man at all, and for a flower thief, this is undoubtedly the most unimaginable nightmare he dares to imagine.

"How about a bet?" Zhao Lang smiled and unlocked Chun Saburo's dumb acupoint and action acupoint, "I won't let my uncle make a move, and I won't let Xiong Daxiong Er help, I will compete with you with my bare hands, if you can beat me, I will let you go, and give you the antidote to the three-day Soul Breaking Pill, how about it?"

Chun Saburo glanced at Zhao Lang deeply: "What if I lose!

"No, you have three chances," Zhao Lang smiled, "I also know a little bit about Ling Bo's footwork, Ling Bo's footwork, every time you walk a big week, you just finish a circle and return to the original point." Every time you lose, you only need to tell me the footwork mantra for a third of the day, how about it?"

Chunzaburo gritted his teeth: "What if I don't agree!"

Zhao Lang smiled, smiling evilly, his gaze wandering over his body, and finally stopped at his crotch.

"Than, you still have a chance to win, live, don't compare, castrate first and then kill," Zhao Lang looked at Chun Saburo directly, "You know, I did it." ”

Threat, **naked threat, Chun Saburo's eyes looked at Ouyang Feng beside Zhao Lang, he knew very well that although Ling Bo Weibu was a unique secret book in the world, he had only comprehended one-tenth of twelve, and in front of that masked old man, there was no chance to escape at all. Zhao Lang didn't give himself a chance to choose at all, he was competing with Chun Saburo.

Chun Saburo nodded helplessly: "You really don't use a blade?"

Zhao Lang smiled and nodded: "Absolutely not." ”

"That me"

"You can use weapons. ”

Zhao Lang's words, as if Chun Saburo encountered a lake in the desert, in the previous confrontation with Zhao Lang, Chun Saburo already knew that in terms of weapon kung fu, Zhao Lang is definitely not something he can compare, let alone three games, even if it is thirty games, he has no chance of winning. However, what if he gave up his weapon! Harusaburo subconsciously convinced himself that he did not believe that a young man of sixteen or seventeen years old could defeat himself, a second-rate master, with his bare hands.

I have to say that Zhao Lang himself proposed to abandon the stick, which couldn't help but make Chun Saburo think about it.

"Okay," Harumaburo gritted his teeth, "I promise you, but you have to swear to God, if I win, you must let me go." ”

The fish took the bait, the corners of Zhao Lang's mouth hooked slightly, and he swore to the sky, and Chun Saburo also swore an oath, but at Zhao Lang's request, he not only swore by himself, but also took the eighteenth generation of his ancestors.

After all, the retribution of 'violating this oath, not dying well' is too inferior, Harusaburo is not afraid of death at all, and if he fails the competition, he will definitely die, and if he has gray hair. But swearing by ancestors is different, in ancient times, pay attention to loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness, respect for heaven and earth, for the ancients who believed in the theory of ghosts and gods, the most vicious oath is undoubtedly to swear by ancestors or descendants.

Holding the sword in his hand, Chun Saburo's heart was extremely nervous, but Zhao Lang looked relaxed, as if he didn't care about the next competition at all.

However, is this really the case?

No, Zhao Lang had already put on the Heavenly Silk Glove, and the Divine Thought Realm had slowly dispersed.

"Let's do it!" Zhao Lang snorted coldly.

Chun Saburo gritted his teeth, pulled out his long sword, and stabbed straight at Zhao Lang.

When he stepped into the realm of divine thoughts within a zhang, Zhao Lang smiled.

The flying insect has entered the spider web, and has entered Zhao Lang's double design, Ling Bo Weibu, which is already in the bag.

Zhao Lang's footwork fluttered, his figure wandered, his posture was as beautiful as a dance, floating out of the dust, free, Chun Saburo's swordsmanship could only touch his sleeves, and he couldn't threaten him at all.

This is like the "Leisurely Palm Technique", which Zhao Lang has learned all his life, and the boxing method that best suits his own personality.

"Damn!" Chun Saburo secretly scolded, he didn't expect that even if he lost the stick technique, Zhao Lang's empty-handed strength was still so strong, if he only used the immeasurable sword technique, there was absolutely no possibility of victory.

"You forced me!" Chun Saburo shouted, and his body moved, even more elegant and flexible than Zhao Lang's leisurely palm.

"Hooked," a sneer appeared at the corner of Zhao Lang's mouth, and in his moves, a trace of flaws were deliberately revealed, and the realm of divine thoughts became more and more urged to the extreme.

PS: The first 90 chapters have all been completely revised, and some language problems, some loopholes found by readers, and some of the things that the leaves think are not perfect enough have all been rectified. This is Xianwu's third major overhaul. Interested friends can take a look again, if there are any questions, welcome to make suggestions on the leaves.